Blewcheese

Hey no posting allowed. What do you think this is, a living subforum? Back off, pal.

(Good to know the DS RP community is as alive as ever.)

"Dude, I'm convinced. You've gone insane." "No, man, I'm serious! The McGuffin is real, I swear. I've been trying to collect info on this thing for years!" One of the would-be-adventurers slammed an open notebook onto the table in the cafe, resulting in the other patrons giving the pair of friends a sideways glare. The only thing that seemed to be written on it was the words "DEFINITELY REAL!!!" which had been underlined and circled several times for emphasis. "Quiet down." Came the notebook-bearer's friend's response in a hushed voice. "People are gonna call the cops on you if you keep spouting all this weird junk about McMuffins or whatever." "It's the McGuffin, not the McMuffin. This isn't just some cheapo crummy sandwich you can get at a McDonalds. Legend says this thing can make our lives waaaay better... Or something like that. Don't you see? This could be our ticket up!" The notebook-bearer had not heeded his friend's advice to lower his voice and instead sounded rather enthusiastic, making his statement clear to all the other listeners in the establishment. "Alright, just calm down. Look. Let's say this stupid McGucket thing is real. How do you suggest we even get our hands on something like that?" "Oh, that? It's simple! We just have to... uhhhh..." The notebook-bearer flipped through his notes, finally stopping on a seemingly random page. "Says here we just have to.... Break into a government facility and steal a time machine."

Well, someone hasn't read the title. You just wait another few years for the grand re-revival. It'll be great.

(The number you are trying to reach is no longer available.)

Holy frijoles you're alive (I'm a little late to the revival but whatever) glad to see you're back! Almost 700 pages... That's so crazy. You're all crazy.

(Guys stop at this rate you're gonna pass Shadowfall)

(Rip. You guys did well.)

"Well, the Ruins are smack dab in the middle of this place, anyways." The generic man reasoned. "We might as well stop there first and then start exploring the other bits."

Uh that's because I want more Jacks duh It's not that I just jumped into this blindly. WAIT JACK'S ON THE THRONE MAD RESPECT GJ

>Wanted it to be Jack >Slightly disappointed that it isn't Jack >Awe at good comic counteracts disappointment >Keep it up [Please disregard this message. It was written by a dumbo. The elephant.]

(Real subtle. I make you my successor and you come up with an actual map? Dayum. Shoulda done that a while ago, I guess.) Tiresias hummed softly, glancing at the rest of the group. He waited for them to make a decision. The generic man looked at the map. "Well, seems like the Ruins are on the way to the bridge anyway. We might as well stop by there before heading to the bridge?"

Tiresias didn't seem to care about the map very much. "Study it yourself. Show it to someone who needs it."

(Oh, I'm not leaving for good, just letting someone else run the show. If it seems I can't handle Tiresias even after I hand the controls over, we can address that then. Tiresas is my baby.) Shh don't tell anybody but Alex is super duper important hehehehehe) The generic man continued casting the occasional concerned glance at Kate. He thought he saw her lips move slightly, almost as if speaking, but dismissed it as a traumatized shiver. Alex nodded, seemingly content by that answer. "Good to hear."

(How do you respond within a minute what is this I was just writing up a pm.)